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Allah is god, we came here to travel |
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And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves. |
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We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence |
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And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your |
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Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die |
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In your own inequity. i want y'all to feel me. |
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Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those |
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Who do not know themselves. |
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[babyface fensta] |
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Heat like a pressure cooker |
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Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya |
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Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me |
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All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams |
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Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization |
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I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth |
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The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded |
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Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962 |
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I used to cop 'em, but i had to drop 'em |
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Get aboard shaky ground, still i roam the compound |
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Like the saint, remember who i am |
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I might just rob the bank in your town |
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Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street |
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Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat |
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Fallin out the windows of east new york |
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Was knowledge, understandin when i stoppin eatin pork |
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[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz] |
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Yo, pictures record my wonder years |
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The narrator, i write like diaries and journals |
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Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy |
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Mentally takes you out your zone, i'm livin un-satisfied |
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My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm |
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More suedes clark's, the fonz is poetry, islam is science |
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Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants |
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Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper |
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Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted |
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Advantage, presto, don't settle for less, strictly quality garments |
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Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes |
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Constitution, precious moments in her life |
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From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast |
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[buddha monk] |
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Yo, this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me |
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I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee |
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I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin |
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It feels like a sayonce, but i'm trapped in chaos |
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Yo, me, oh, my it's chaos, livin in my hive |
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Back up, back up, for this time you must die |
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[chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz] |
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I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up |
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In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives |
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Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise |
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Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies |
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[manly musa of zu ninjaz] |
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Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert |
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Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil |
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We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil |
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Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at? |
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Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, i wanna stick that |
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Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if i can't smoke, i might ill |
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Fight a dyke for tryin to steal |
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>from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and can't brag |
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Cop grams and hand bags |
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That's like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path |
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Tryin to road block the road to riches |
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If you got somethin, maintain what you go left |
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Cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death |
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[redz of zu ninjaz] |
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Yo, this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam |
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Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off |
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Who was your man and bet this, i'm reckless on your high style's check list |
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I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours |
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But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal |
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Ain't no peace, young ones blasted by the beast |
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I'm from the east where each and every teach |
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You'll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, **** a nigga who sell, |
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Right? |
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It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start |
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A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks |
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You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high society's |
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Made us, **** what you say, they played us |
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9 servants, but feelin better when i'm goin for life |
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In my man's ride, that's yo' man, right? |
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[buddha monk] |
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You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright |
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Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price |
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Yo, what's wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able |
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You had a crew, especially known to kill for you |
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Now you ****ed up and no one even has a small clue |
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How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues |
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That's why i sing this song, i'll keep holdin on |
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It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms |
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His life's pathetic for my man nine, don't even sweat it |
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I'ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don't forget it |
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Cuz maybe on this cross road, i could take this same load |
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And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold? |
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[chorus (x2)] |
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[outro: drunken dragon of zu manchuz] |
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...nigga!!! |
